Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.